Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 171

Mo Yi's eyes fell on the piano constructed by the fog, and the gray-white surface slowly and chaoticly flowed under the light of the flashlight. It was a size smaller than the real thing, and it looked quite small and delicate. He tried He stretched his hand slightly on the piano cover, and the surface under his fingertips was smooth and hard, with cold and toughness.

He lifted the lid of the piano, and his fingers briefly struck a few notes on the dark gray and pale off-white keys, ringing in the dark and empty room.

The sound is accurate.

However, the tone is slightly different from that of an ordinary piano. Its sound quality is clearer and colder, as if the spring water crashed through the heavy ice.

Mo Yi retracted his hand and took a step forward. The piano condensed by the mist dissipated into a series of soft gray and white smoke clouds like the image being stirred on the water, and was scattered by Mo Yi's forward shape. Slowly drifting backwards along his waist, quickly melting into the silent and invisible darkness.

He reached for and pinched Wen Wen's chin, leaned close to his lips and pecked with a bit of water, with a smile in his voice:

"Good job."

Before Mo Yi left, Wen Yi raised his hand to clasp his back of his head, and his slender fingers fell into the soft hair, deepening the touch of this lip and lip surface into a tender kiss and entanglement.

Mo Yi subconsciously raised his hand and held Wen Yan's waist. Through the fabric, he could feel his smooth and flexible waist line, and the power contained in it was drawn to the fingertips as the movement pulled.

The two soon separated, Mo Yi smiled helplessly: "Satisfied?"

Wen Yi raised his hand to smooth Mo Yi's wrinkled collar, and then he licked his lower lip and smiled with a slight smile in his low voice: "Satisfied."

They carefully re-closed the restaurant door, and walked down the hall towards the hall.

There was no one in the hall. Only the huge chandelier overhead illuminated the gorgeous wall decoration in the room. The thick carpet on the ground absorbed all the sounds, and the silence enveloped the empty room.

Mo Yi turned his head and rushed to Wenyi and nodded, Wenyi knew, his fingers were slightly lifted, a fine mist gathered in the air, and then quickly gathered together, finely structuring the piano's skeleton and structure. The off-white piano soon appeared in front of Mo Yi. In addition, Wen Yan also carefully covered a thin layer of mist around the lobby to prevent the piano sound from attracting other players.

Mo Yi lifted the piano cover and placed her long five fingers on the keys of different shades.

——I don't know if this is useful.

He slowly took a deep breath, forced the coward in his heart down, and started playing in the tune of his memory.

The gloomy melody flowed in the empty hall, as if the murky river was flowing quietly in the darkness. The depressed and sad melody made the listener feel involuntarily depressed.

To be on the safe side, Mo Yi played it two or three times before stopping. When he pressed the last key, the piano condensed by the mist under the palm of his hand fell apart as if it had lost its bones and skin. The strands of gray mist entangled slightly in Mo Yi's fingers and slowly dissipated.

He held his breath slightly and walked quickly towards the side of the hall, his heart tightening as the distance shortened.

Mo Yi turned his eyes to the place cleverly obscured by the figures of several marble statues. The pace could not help but a slight pause-a place where there was a solid wall before appeared a deep corridor, and the inner darkness was dark. , The lights are blurred, leading straight into the darkness.

Just as I remember.

Mo Yi's heart was slightly loose, and he breathed out slowly. He accelerated his pace and walked inward along the deep corridor.

The door of the side hall was tightly closed, showing a vague outline under the dim sconce, and the whole was shrouded in deep shadows. Mo Yi stepped forward and reached out to push the door open.

The familiar icy breath overflowed along the open gap of the side hall door, and the deadly temperature slowly spreading like a cold grotto, brushing across the bare skin, causing a shudder.

Mo Yi turned on his flashlight and walked towards the dark room.

There was no light in the wide dead room, only the irregular contours of the furniture shrouded in pale white fabric undulating in the darkness, it seemed as if the dead corpses were frozen forever in time.

Mo Yi went straight to the deep part of the room, reached out and tore off the white cloth covering the huge oil painting hanging on the wall-the vague and ancient portrait appeared again in front of him, dry. There is no vitality on the paint. The red, white, and black colors that were dyed before now are completely washed away at the moment, just like the time has returned to the previous state of darkness.

The hazy-faced woman was staring at him silently on the cracked and dim canvas.

Mo Yi stepped forward and looked closer ... I saw the familiar circular pattern in the lower right corner of the oil painting, which was printed on the corner of the screen as a signature, and was divided into edges by cracked paint on the canvas The pieces that are not flat are easy to ignore if they are not carefully observed.

He lifted his finger and stroked it slightly on the slightly raised circular pattern. The old, slightly dry canvas trembled gently under his touch, and a layer of light dust was lifted. It fluttered under the light of the flashlight.

Some rough touch brought a slight pain to the fingertips, Mo Yi slowly tightened his brows, staring thoughtfully at this pattern-long ago he saw the circular pattern on the oil painting, but at that time he did not I don't know what this pattern represents, plus it appears in too many other places, whether it is on invitations or clothes, it is not uncommon to see it on the oil painting which is the key clue at this glance.

It didn't get too much attention from Mo Yi before.

But now Mo Yi found something weird that he hadn't noticed before ...

He reached out and took out the gorgeous ring from his pocket. The blood-red gemstone flickered slightly under the light. Mo Yi pinched the ring flat on his fingertips, and slowly approached the upper edge of the oil painting. The outline is blurry and dimly oval.

As the distance between the two decreases, that feature becomes more apparent.

The ring and the ring on the oil painting are exactly the same size, and even the contour deformation caused by the dry paint cracks on the oil painting are aligned with the slightly protruding gemstone edges on the ring.

The flashlight's light hit down from behind, overlapping the shadow outlines of the two-

Strict silk stitching.

Mo Yi attached the ring to the surface of the oil painting, and just when their outlines were completely overlapped, suddenly, an unavoidable vibration came from the canvas, as if someone slammed behind the oil painting. .

The canvas slowly bulges forward.

Dust and dry pigment particles fell down, and the canvas made a tense sound almost tearing.

The canvas is more convex forward, as if something weird monsters are slamming left and right, trying to break free from the shackles of the canvas, and the convex shape gradually becomes clear in the darkness-

Mo Yi slowly stepped back two steps, aiming the flashlight in the palm at the deformed part of the canvas.

It was a face.

A mouth wide open, as if silently screaming in the face, staring at him empty with a deep recessed paint eye sockets, the face with a blurred outline supporting the canvas into a weird shape, The portrait was distorted into an almost indistinguishable pattern.

It rushed forward desperately, the tearing sound of the cloth became clearer in the still dark room, the dust and pigment particles fell more violently, and the heavy black frame entangled with gold wires struck the hard wall violently. In the room, there was a louder bang than in a loud noise.

Then, just as it was about to break through the canvas, everything seemed to have been reset.

The canvas returned to flatness, and the original distorted pattern returned to its former appearance. The vague portrait stared at Mo Yi quietly on the old dry canvas.

Mo Yi clutched the flashlight tightly in his hand and felt a thin layer of sweat beads in his palm, making the flashlight's hard metal slightly slippery.

In my ear was a slight rush of heartbeat, besides it was a dead silence.

The dark side hall seemed like a dead sarcophagus, exuding decay and coldness.

At this moment, the surface of the oil painting suddenly began to spread quickly with spider-like fine filaments, and then quickly peeled off in front of Mo Yi's eyes, and fell on the ground. It was a dry paint at first, Then there was a large canvas, one piece after another falling from the area framed by the black wooden frame, silently melting into the darkness.

Mo Yi held his breath, his cold fingers tightened subconsciously, and the light spot of the shaking flashlight was fixed in the frame—

The canvas in front of it finally peeled off completely.

A huge mirror was exposed inside the frame framed by dark wood.

In the mirror, Mo Yi saw his face. He saw his face illuminated by the flashlight held tightly in his hands. Behind it was the immense darkness and heavy shadows. Among the deep darkness was that Countless irregular contours covered by pale fabrics, dazzling every light.

Mo Yi slowly rolled his eyes

-He also saw that not far behind him stood a pale and fuzzy figure.

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